Love is not as fun as World of Warcraft

Apart from the fact that the face seems a little more girlish than expected, if this isn't Minamoto no Raikou, Shirasaka can just eat it!

"Eh? Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Although there was still confusion on her face, the girl who opened the door still showed an embarrassed expression at this moment. At the same time, after noticing Shirasaka's gaze, she subconsciously shrank her body behind the door.

At the same time, a hint of doubt flashed across her eyes, as if she was wondering why Shirasaka appeared at her doorstep, but she quickly covered it up.

"Ahem, well, yes, I'm the tenant downstairs from your house. I don't know why you have to be busy at night, but if possible, could you please be a little quieter? Or maybe do it during the day."

After the other party said this, Shirasaka came back to his senses from his shock and remembered the purpose of his trip. He coughed twice and continued to explain to the girl in front of him.

Never mind whether she was Minamoto no Raikou or not, even if the Jade Emperor came, it would be unreasonable to disturb someone's sleep in the middle of the night.

"Huh? But most people wouldn't notice it..."

It seemed that she had not expected that someone would knock on her door in the middle of the night for such a thing. A hint of surprise flashed across the girl's face, and she muttered something in a low voice.

"Your house is right above mine, how could it be possible that no one would notice?"

Shirasaka scratched her head. It seemed like this was not the first or second time she had been like this, but it was indeed surprising that she seemed to have only suddenly heard these voices today.

Shirasaka, who could only attribute this to the increased insight into his surroundings due to his own attribute enhancement, looked at the girl in front of him with a serious face, and tried his best not to let his gaze move downwards to the two peaks.

"Well, I'm sorry, I will try to keep my voice down next time."

Hearing Shirasaka's answer, the girl's expression became even more embarrassed. After bowing to him with a slight blush, she apologized to Shirasaka in a somewhat weak voice.

Ultimately, it was her fault. She also knew very well how uncomfortable it would be if a peaceful sleep was disturbed. She completely understood why Shirasaka was like this.

"That's good. I can ask you what you're doing. If it's something important, I can understand why you wear earplugs."

After getting the other party's answer, Shirasaka nodded. She was so reasonable, which saved a lot of trouble. As expected, as long as there was reasonable communication, most problems could be easily solved.

But out of curiosity, Shirasaka still asked the girl with a somewhat puzzled expression, but he had no intention of going around her to look behind her. After all, this was the other person's privacy, and if she didn't want to say it, then there was nothing he could do.

Shirasaka was really puzzled. The sound sounded strange, yet inexplicably familiar. He really couldn't remember what could make such a strange sound.

"Well."

The girl's eyes avoided when she heard this, and the redness on her delicate face became even more intense. She seemed to be having difficulty speaking. The girl's shy look coupled with her outfit really made people's mouths water.

When Shirasaka saw her like this, he realized that he seemed to have overstepped his bounds. What if she was doing some nighttime exercises to relieve stress? Wouldn't it be so embarrassing if he asked her about it?

"..."

"Actually, I'm working on the sewing machine."

"what?"

After a long awkward silence, just when Shirasaka wanted to leave awkwardly to save face for both parties, the girl who had been hesitant to speak finally gave an answer in a voice as quiet as a mosquito that completely surprised Shirasaka.

No, what the hell is operating a sewing machine?

So this must be a prison. Otherwise, what normal person would stay up late at night and snort on a sewing machine?

Shirasaka suddenly realized. No wonder it sounded so familiar to him. When he was a child in his previous life, he often heard his mother use this thing to mend his clothes. It was like a childhood memory that suddenly stabbed him in the back.

"Well, sewing clothes. I can't buy a lot of suitable things online, so I have to make them by hand. Maybe I was too immersed in it, so I didn't consider the time issue."

After revealing her secret, the shy expression on the girl's face faded a lot. Even after talking about her favorite things, her big eyes lit up as if they were glowing.

"Well, I think I understand what you're trying to say."

Shirasaka pondered for a moment, and after considering the girl's clothes in front of him, he suddenly felt as if the clouds had cleared and the sun had come out. Now, all these things made sense.

Why the other person was dressed exactly like the Minamoto no Raikou in her memory, why she was at home sewing on a sewing machine late at night, and even the pile of garbage at the door, all became extremely reasonable.

There is only one answer, that is - this guy is a two-dimensional person.

He is also a 2D otaku who can do handicrafts and create his own cosplay. He is the kind of 2D real Brahmin who can be respected as a top boss in various groups.

"Really? I just heard you say the name of the character I cosplayed, right? Doesn't that mean something?"

She raised her head with some excitement, and her eyes flashed with a light of finding a kindred spirit.

She had originally wondered whether the boy in front of her had the same hobby as herself, and Shirasaka's reaction just now confirmed this. This was why she decided to tell this stranger about her hobby after hesitating for a long time.

"——So, you play FGO too?"

Chapter 8: What’s wrong with me being a otaku?

"Uh, I said I'm from the cloud, do you believe it?"

Shirasaka covered his face. He almost forgot that this world still had the same games as the previous world. Even the characters and settings had not changed much, so there seemed to be no problem with the appearance of Minamoto no Raikou's cosplay.

This is also one of the reasons why he did not choose to be a plagiarist. He never knew when the original work would be discovered, and he would be infamous forever.

"Huh? Is that so?"

After receiving Shirasaka's answer, the light in the girl's eyes dimmed instantly, and her whole body exuded an air of disappointment, as if she had lost something.

But what Shirasaka said was right. He had played these mobile games for a long time in his previous life, but after coming to this world, he had to rush around for his life every day. How could he have the time to play these mobile games to kill time?

What's more, these games are completely free of charge, so they are definitely not that enjoyable.

"...But even an outsider like me has to praise you. The degree of your cosplay is so realistic that you can really say it's the real person."

Shirasaka once again looked the girl in front of him up and down, then raised his hand from the bottom of his heart and gave her a thumbs up of praise.

Apart from the fact that her temperament is slightly lacking the maternal older sister feeling that Minamoto no Raikou should have, whether it is the appearance and makeup or the costumes and props, it can be said that she has put a lot of effort into it.

Just by looking at her, you can tell that she loves cosplay and is definitely not the kind of person who does it simply on a whim.

"Well, not really, it's just a personal hobby."

A hint of shy pink crept up her face again, and the girl almost buried her face in the peak of her chest. Her voice became hesitant again, and it was difficult to hear without listening carefully.

"Well, just consider this my personal suggestion. If it's Izumina Raikou, you should be more relaxed in your temperament. She should be a motherly character, embodying a sense of kindness and tolerance."

Shirasaka originally wanted to find a reason to leave, but after seeing her like this, he couldn't help but give her some of his personal suggestions.

After all, it is very rare to see a cos that is so authentic. If the temperament can be restored more, he will have no regrets.

Who doesn't want to make something that is already perfect even better?

But unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the girl who had been shy just now became sharp-eyed, like a little mouse that stole cheese, and squinted her eyes and looked at Shirasaka's eyes.

"..."

"You said you were just a cloud player, how come you know so much about this?"

What can I say about the game Futanari? If we only talk about its fame in the two-dimensional world, it is definitely very famous, but if we talk about Minamoto no Raikou, that’s another matter.

If it’s Shirou or Adai, and all cloud players know them, that’s fine, but for someone like Shirasaka who even remembers Minamoto no Raikou’s character clearly, that’s not something that ordinary cloud players can do.

"Okay, okay, I admit that I'm also a 2D otaku, okay? I drew Wubao, and Shuten is also my favorite."

Covering her face with some helplessness, Shirasaka could no longer maintain her presentable character and whispered all her past hobbies.

Anyway, only the girl in front of me knows about it. She can't possibly go online and expose me for something like this, right? She would go much further than I would in this regard.

"Hey, nice to meet you, my neighbor. My name is Chiya Asano. I wonder what your name is, little neighbor?"

She tilted her head and blinked. It seemed that because she classified Shirasaka as one of her own kind, the girl who called herself Chiya Asano swept away her previous awkwardness and embarrassment, and her speech became fluent.

"Shirasaka."

"……Then what?"

"What then?"

Shirasaka looked at Asano Chiya with some confusion. He had already introduced himself, so what else could happen next?

"You mean your name is Shirasaka? That's not a last name?"

"Yes, my last name is Shiranasaka."

Shirasaka nodded. He had changed back to his original name when he left the orphanage. It was a little bit incongruous, but fortunately, in the context of Neon, it was not something particularly difficult to understand.

After all, this name might be the final proof of his existence in the previous life, and Shirasaka doesn't want to give it up so easily.

"Cool!"

Just when Shirasaka thought that Asano Chiya would ask herself why she had such a name, the girl in front of him just pondered for a moment, and then made a somewhat envious sound.

"Think about it, in those games and comics, the protagonists all have cool one- or two-letter names. From now on, people can call you Mr. Bai, or just call you - Bai. Isn't that cool?"

There was a bit of confusion in Shirasaka's eyes, and Asano Chiya even explained to him seriously, which made Shirasaka himself feel a little embarrassed.

"Probably. Your name is not bad either."

Shirasaka smiled and complimented the girl. This was considered a new friend, and they would be getting along as neighbors in the future, so it was necessary to maintain a good relationship.

"Well, after all, I chose it myself..."

Hearing what Shirasaka said, Asano Chiye muttered softly.

"what?"

Shirasaka couldn't hear the girl's mumbling and could only look at her with a puzzled look.

"Ah no, I mean, it's nice to meet you, Shirasaka-kun."

Realizing that most people don't seem to be able to name themselves, Asano Chiya quickly let the matter go and gave Shirasaka a sweet smile in return.

"Me too, but it's so late, so I won't bother you anymore. Goodnight, Ms. Asano."

The cold night wind blew across Shirasaka's back, reminding him of the fact that it was already very late. In addition, it did not have a good influence for a young man and a young girl to stand at the door and talk in the middle of the night. He quickly ended his first conversation with his neighbor.

"Okay, goodnight Shirasaka-kun."

Asano Chiya waved to Shirasaka as if saying goodbye to a friend, and then as if he had thought of something, he suddenly put his hands together towards Shirasaka and made a gesture of asking.

"By the way, there's one more thing I can trouble you to help me with."

"You said."

Shirasaka, who was about to turn around, stopped and turned to look at the cosplay girl leaning against the door.

"Um, if you have time, could you teach me how to deal with this garbage? I won't put it in the trash can at the door..."

Her slender fingers pointed at the pile of garbage at the door. Asano Chiya's long legs were folded together out of embarrassment, making her originally tall figure look weak.

"...I'll let you know tomorrow when I take out the trash."

The corners of Shirasaka's mouth twitched. If it weren't for Asano Chiya's reminder, he would have almost forgotten that the hill in front of this guy's door was created by her.

He really doubted whether this beautiful girl in front of him was really not a sissy of a garbage-making machine?

Chapter 9: Anything is OK?

Nothing happened all night.

By the time Shirasaka opened his eyes, the sun outside the window had almost reached the center, and the hour hand had already crossed the center line, pointing to one o'clock in the afternoon.

"It's easy to get lazy when you don't have to go to work, but it's a pity that we'll be back to work soon."

After stretching comfortably, Shirasaka got up and washed up. It was actually very rare for him to sleep until the afternoon like today. He was either at work or at school. How could he have the time to be so leisurely?

But the situation was different today. Firstly, he had saved the life of his boss's beloved daughter, Wu Lu Xiao Cheng, yesterday. Secondly, he had to prepare for school, and today was a rare holiday. Moreover, what happened yesterday did make him feel a little tired.

Therefore, it is very important to have a good rest. Shirasaka even took the time to glance at his attribute bar. After confirming that yesterday's upgrade was not a dream, he leisurely began to pack up his things.

Although school is about to start, in fact, there is no need to prepare anything in Neon. There is no such thing as winter and summer vacation homework. The only thing you need to pay attention to is probably to take out the school uniform and wash it.

This didn't take Shirasaka much time. After just half an hour, he had finished everything and lay back comfortably on his little bed.

And just at this moment, the doorbell at the Shirasaka family's door rang at the right time.

"I always feel like I've forgotten something."

Turning over and sitting up from the bed, Shirasaka scratched his head, then walked a few steps to his door and looked at the door through the peephole.

What caught his eye was a pair of plump breasts that seemed to be about to burst their professional attire. Just based on this, Shirasaka already knew the identity of the person standing at his door.

Apart from Wu Lu Yu Yi, he had never seen many women who could possess a killing weapon of this scale.

Before the doorbell rang again, Shirasaka opened the door before her.

"Why are you opening the door so slowly? Is it because of what happened yesterday that you're feeling unwell and have been lying down until now?"

As soon as the door opened, Wu Lu Yu Yi walked in skillfully as if she had returned to her own home, and at the same time put the fruit basket in her hand into Shirasaka's hand.

"You're half right. I did sleep until now, but it has little to do with what happened yesterday. Sister Yuyi, you're overthinking it."